Slowly making people into zombies, I'm up to four, the triplets and that one spikey haired college chick who, turns out, looks better with a knights helmet over her head. This edition will have no deaths, I'm afraid. But lets go on.

Bistre is in full family mode, what with two toddlers having free roam of the first floor.

Little Prasine is learning the basics. She has no neat, thanks to her father, and no nice, thanks to her mother.

But what's this? Bistre is pregnant again!

And bumps into her second trimester with the coach's child.

Legion ages into childhood.

And being the only two adults in the house, Bistre reconnects with her mother.

With another child on the way, these two make the most of the brief moments the children are asleep.

Did I say 'make the most of their time'? I meant stand there with no purpose in life until childcare rears its ugly head again.

These girls really need to start living.

So a party is thrown! This time it's on a Saturday. However, the only guests that showed up were the college nudist, the big man on campus and Sandy Bruty. Bistre is not such a successful pop sim.

This is a new walkerby, his presence can only add to the lame party, right?

Apparently it can. Good job, Bistre. You scrap by with a 'Not Bad' rating. Man, do I suck at parties.

Free Will does shine through from time to time. I never have people interact with children in the womb.

Vermillion calls up her only surviving son and asks him when he's going to give her more grandchildren. Omen nervously coughs, but declares that he found a nice girl that he's been seeing.

While Legion starts playing with strays around the neighborhood. Webster is one of my favorite strays.

While the packleader makes his annual lot visit.

Don't worry. Grandmother Vermillion isn't far away.

Legion is turning out to be quite the entertainer.

Though his jokes need some work.

And he doesn't have a problem spending time alone.

But he loves it when his mother takes time to have fun with her eldest. She won't have as much time when the new baby is born.

Speaking of which; you've done this plenty of times, you should know the routine. Why do you look like that?

"BECAUSE THIS WEIRD KID IS WATCHING ME GO INTO LABOR!"

Oh, I see, yeah, that's weird, piss off Alvin.

Anyways, Roan Revenant is born. Happy day of birth, Roan.

Hand off to the grandmother unit.

Because Bistre's having another baby!

To a girl! Competition for Prasine, oh no! Welcome to the family, Rogue Revenant.

Daw, twins.

So many flamingoes.

Now Legion has like zero time with his mom. He finds other ways to pass the time.

While Prasine helps herself to some sour milk.

We should probably see to her needs more attentively.

Happy Birthday, Prasine.

Oh no! It's Ochre! What are you doing here, man?!

I thought I put you high enough you couldn't roam free!

No, don't go after the children! Please!

No, not Legion! He's still just a boy!

Oh... you just like the bed. Yeah, no thanks. I just got it from the catalog. Nothing special.

Phew. He left the children alone.

And went upstairs. The trap door proved no obstacle as he phased through the wall where the only visage of him hung. Because the portrait Omen painted of him glitched into that red and yellow default painting.

It appeared Ochre had a score to settle with Bistre's Laganaphylis Simnovereii.

He teased her all night with a huge hunk of ostrich leg. All. Night. For all of it. Until he had to go back to his resting place.

Anyways, after school the next day Legion and Prasine spent the afternoon in the hot sun playing waterballoons. I mean, it hasn't een been raining. Omen's apartment neighbors have been having serious heat stroke. I feel so bad.

It's the twins birthday!

Happy Birthday, Rogue!

Daw, she gets the cuddles.

And smart milk.

Then it's Roan's turn!

Happy Birthday, Roan!

And now to end the chapter in the midst of the mad scramble to teach the twins the basics. Thanks for reading, see you next time.